Fight Back To Work Part I

Today is the 2nd last Monday of work at MHA. Frankly speaking, it is quite nice to work here. And I feel quite accomplished for not resigning before the date I promised. But...I still feel like quitting lah..I like to slack mah. So here I am, slacking in office and awaiting the day I can go off in glory.

But my eyes are quite heavy now. I bought an iced coffee but I think I got a stomachache from drinking it. Now my stomach is churning and I feel like going to toilet to put put.

10mins later...

I am back from the toilet. Anyway, there are no handicaps on my level but on every level there is a handicap toilet so we always go to the handicap room to enjoy personal washing sink and big half length mirror.

Problem is...
The toilet bowl in the toilet will regurgitate. So just now I went to put put, ya...you guessed what happened. Everything surged back and a few splashes of 'water' reached the floor. You know..waste water..
Disgusting.

Anyway, I dressed like an Auntie today, complete with soft baggy office pants, fully eccentuating my big butt and short fat legs. Plus my black blouse is not doing wonders and the design did not cover up my tummy despite the colour.
And I dont put make up to work. Plus I was so fretting over the spree which I organsied. Equals to nearly swollen eyes and dark eye circles. Plus today is a bad hair day. My hair is not soft not neat no matter how I comb...

So, I look fully like a part temp Auntie who came to work temporarily at the finance dept for whatever dubious reasons the others can cook up in the lift.

And I have to see my own reflection in each I take the lift. Whoever thought of inserting mirrors as all 4 walls plus doors in the lift...